Sol

Come, the wheel turns
 As the shadows deepen
 and life is ebbing low
 Hold on, before I go
 Come, the wheel turns
 not for the greater gifts of genius
 not for thoughts more grandly bright
 All the dying poets whisper, into light
 We travel 'round the sun and only
 the Gods know where we run
 Come, the wheel turns
 We throw the windows widely open
 for dim and longing visions
 Once more, before I go
 Come, the wheel turns
 not for the greater gifts of genius
 not for thoughts more grandly bright
 All the dying poets whisper, into light
 We travel 'round the sun and only
 the Gods know where we run
 Following circles, following circles
 Sun touches night
 We travel 'round the sun and only
 the Gods know were we run